October 30th – November 1st – 2023
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
EMILY DICKINSON
In these days of east wind and heat, of storms and internal aridity, we too, with this featherd hope, pray for the renewal of the rain, for recovery from the injuries and distress, to grow and thrive again.
I wish.